[Intro]

Gang

RTB, nigga

Come on

[Verse]

Juggin' and finessing, I just got another thirty-ball (Bands)

Helen Keller to the opps, I never heard of y'all

He was dissin' on them tweets and now he dead, a birdie called (Okay)

I thought I seen him on TV, why he servin' y'all? (Why?)

Brodie put a switch on his blick, now he hurtin' y'all

She off a ten in the kitchen, damn, she finna burn the dog (Burn it all)

Niggas gettin' stingy with the rock, I had to learn to hog (Uh-huh)

I came in runnin' game, I ain't learn to crawl (RTB)

Really finna take over my 'migos like I'm Offset (Yeah)

Told her, "Baby, get up on the tеam 'fore my stock jet"

Girl, you know you fuckin' with the G.O.A.T., this ain't StockX

Yеah, I'm the hottest in the city, I ain't dropped yet

Bitch want my cock, bet, told her ass, "Not yet"

Leanin' off the Act' right, I ain't touch the Wock' yet

Riding in a Lam-scam, these is not 'Vettes

I just bought some Dior 22s, don't know the cost yet (Go)

I'm Gucci, Louis, Prada, my nigga, he swiped a fifteen

I ain't trippin' that you slid up in her DM 'cause my bitch mean (No, for real)

I'm blackin' out, I'm seein' red, tryna get green

And I ain't worried 'bout no threats 'cause this blick heem

Finessed the— Alright, yeah

Finessed the Chrome Heart with the Raf Simons, yeah, the ripped jeans

Your bitch love the way I dress, I ain't worried 'bout no drip team (Yeah)

Young nigga smackin' bad hoes, I was sixteen

She got a Ford, I can't focus (Come on)

But her pussy bomb, had to hit her in the lotus (Come on)

I just hit her mom, pray to God she don't notice (Come on)

My white boy got eleven straps like Sabonis (Yeah)

Fuck 12, that's a bonus

We gon' pull up with them sticks for a band like a Jonas (Jonas Bros)

Get your main bitch out the crib, she tried to bone us

I got a Lam' and it ain't shit, yeah, I own it (Yeah)

Only the fam' and we got sticks for opponents (Yeah)

Told her when she go and get the bag, bring it faster (Like come on)

Switches on the Glock, have the mag singin' after

I heard you ate her booty, you an ass-eating master (Ugh)

I'ma pull up with that iron, nigga, Hash-Slinging Slasher (Okay)

I'm tryna walk a nigga down, I ain't tryna hit no crib up

You call your girl, she decline, if I call, then she pick up

Bitch, I'm a squirrel, I ain't even tryna chill, I want a quick nut (Yeah)

But her mouth was tiny, she couldn't even get the tip up

Me and Chum really Wockstars, we finna sip up (Wockstars)

Really travel with them green beams, they tried to trip us

Ridin' 'round with that mopstick, I can't slip up, nigga

[Outro]

RTB, nigga

Gang